September 29, 2019
BE ADVISED: THE FOLLOWING INCLUDES ADULT CONTENT AND LANGUAGE.
Obviously, I am having to type as fast as I can to stop all your mistakes from continuing and editing takes time. That’s why all writers have editors. Real quick, I believe everyone should know by now, my surgery did not happen in Libya. The Obama campaign, and, um, let’s see, was his running mate a man or a woman? Get it?
The Obama campaign made a White House connection to me in October 2012 because they needed more information about why Libya happened. I am telling you, Libya happened because our house in Plant City was sold, and someone found out I had a hysterectomy, and no one has until I started writing been showing the world, how important I am to them because putting it in the movies, and then any person being able to get real intel about how I really live, is another difference.
Me writing about actually knowing this is all about me, should really help; however, peace, in my mind, how I believe, and think about peace. Peace, does not happen, cannot be attained, will not be allowed…well, this is a much bigger question to answer, I need to tell you, show you, write that the peace one person is trying to achieve is at the expense of massive weight gain upon my body and person, I do not accept. That is not peace, that is servitude, it is slavery. Slavery is not peace.
I do not believe I am, or should accept the condition of indentured servitude, just because I have a brain. Either stop this from happening, or I will also, not be held responsible for what happens around the world because the United States has failed me, failed to protect me, failed to understand and claim me as their Weapons of Mass Destruction.
I can smell you, from the movie, UP. Does anyone still believe this is just literal dialogue, or were you trying to get me to de-code for you? Or, perhaps, you really didn’t know if it was code or not, and wanted to know the real answer. Remember, I am not giving the step by step instructions on how I get my answers. I can smell you, code: I see, a father, at my audition for Southern Methodist University.
If you really want to know the real truth for the reason Disney made the movie, Frozen, here it is: I told the truth on a real phone call while at work, at Disney. Soon after starting on the floor (it is the terminology they use when an employee, Disney calls them, Cast Member’s, it is their jargon, or verbiage, floor) I received a call asking about staying at one of the resorts. I went through the whole process of the conversation (about 15, 20, 25 minutes), then the caller, a woman, told me, as it would have been the end of the phone call, I would have made a booking (terminology), that she had a sister who worked for Disney. I didn’t pro-actively (it is their terminology) offer the employee discount, she mentioned a sister who worked for Disney. At that time, the department I worked in was not allowed to “book” employee discounts.
This detail is important, I could have made the booking at an employee rate. I had access to the employee discount, and the system would have allowed me to make the booking. I could have given her a reservation number, and the amount of the booking would have gone towards my monthly sales goals. However, it was against the rules and regulations for my department. So, I offered the correct phone number for employee reservations to her, and offered to transfer her to that department, so she could make the booking. Really, in my mind, I was just doing my job.
I was not happy at the end of the call because I wanted to be employed, so I needed to make my sales numbers. But I was not going to make my numbers, at any cost. By doing something that was against the rules of the company. I will write that again, I am not willing to go against the rules of the company, at any business I have been employed, all my life.
This, this, is something that has changed in 2014 when I quit working at The Container Store, and was told, I am now on a reality television show. Now, everyone at every employment, since 2014, has made up the rules as they go along. One person says it is this way, another person says it is that way, no one, anymore, has a real answer in my employment. I do not believe, that is wise.
I made the connection myself, that the woman I spoke with over the phone, was the sister of the woman who was employed as a manager higher than my supervisor. I forget the title. I don’t like being lied to; I don’t like being tricked. They did nothing wrong with testing me on the phone. I would have appreciated it if, you wanted to test me, that the time was then taken out of my “sellable hours”, so to speak. I had to earn so much money for Disney, in the hours I was clocked in, so I could remain employed. It was a constant pressure, and a lot of it, I thought was, unnecessary.
Someone, pretty high up, must have thought a lot about me, when I first started making phone calls. I gave details to one caller, about, architecture, and the love of architecture, and how; for instance, The Crystal Palace in Magic Kingdom, is designed after the Crystal Palace in London. This is the sort of information I had access to in my head, before 2012. Now, they’ve worked my head so much, making me be something of a television show, trying to de-organize me, wow, upset at the ruin my life has become.
I wonder now, if this phone call because he sounded important when I spoke to him on the phone, and as always, I am not bothered or swayed in altering my person just because someone else has a higher-paying job, than me. I wonder if this is why the movie, Zero Dark Thirty has the London bombing in it. I was just talking to him. Yet, he seemed impressed that I spoke of The Crystal Palace in London. I sat at a desk at the end of the room with my back to the windows, the windows had mini blinds that were opened.
I don’t believe Disney had the same photography that Hilton had of the floor. Another reason Hilton didn’t walk me out of the building. I was facing the same direction when I received the phone call from the man who had adopted two Russian children.
The Crystal Palace man asked me a question about a crib, in his hotel room. I told him the rooms were supplied with cribs. He questioned me about it. I knew the answer was correct, yet I told him I would make sure of the information because I was really new to the phone calls, mostly I checked the information, for him. Looks like now, he was buying time. He needed me to place him on hold, so he could talk to someone.
So, please don’t tell me this is true, it looks like, the reason the movie is titled, Frozen, it still surprises me that people have found this so…unusual, was this female caller who’s sister worked for Disney, calling me from a room with photographs on the wall of known threats, terrorists, most wanted men, in other words, really scary men, photographs with their faces, facing the wall, meaning this woman would not have been able to see their faces, or, probably, have known what was on the paper, or that they were photographs, or anything about the paper. Is this really true? Well, no wonder I was upset about NOT getting that booking.
Their photographs don’t bother me, their person, usually, doesn’t bother me, NOT GETTING THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS! THAT BOTHERS ME!
This song lyric, Let It Go, is code: tell the eye-tech, GO!
Father, I am not driving at this weight capacity. I am, making, a stand about, my weight.
This scene in 12 Strong of the wife, who was caught teaching her daughters over the allowable age, and being shot in the head, does anyone really know why this was placed in this movie? Anyone? Want to guess? Or do you want to know the truth? Whom are you paying attention to when you watch that scene? The wife? The children? The man holding the gun? The other people holding guns? The husband? Who are you watching?
Are you really going there in your shorts from the movie, 13 Hours, strong move. Well, guess what that is me, in the middle of the night while I was the only person awake, in my house, taking care of my mother, walking outside, either to get one of my cats, or to figure out why there was something going on outside because that did happen, often. Me walking outside because something, wasn’t right.
You should be paying attention to the husband in the scene of 12 Strong. Who is this man, do you think? A non-important villager? How many non-important villagers are there in an entire country? One? Hundreds? Thousands?
The very reason they have placed this scene in the movie 12 Strong is to show the reaction of the non-important villager husband, not the leaders, just the men in a country, who look and believe Cherith Joelle Gjestland to be their leader. I am not married in any way to them, neither I, nor any of them would look, or believe it to be in such a way. So, having me look at a man’s crotch and then place a real man nearby, actually, he was to my left, is so beyond inappropriate, I am at a loss for words.
I can’t explain, its for a good cause, from the movie, Zero Dark Thirty, most likely, this is more than it appears. It is more than one code, and it is not just, ice.
I can’t explain, code: because no one has really shown the world, I am not just a woman, and sexual organs to these men.
I can’t explain, code: ice, however, this is misleading, it is, and it isn’t.
It’s for a, code: It’s for, Alpha. The Alpha. Their Alpha. His Alpha.
Good cause, code: Cherith Gjestland.
I would caution you, not to let a great percentage of the men, appear before me, and in your mind-set, as less than I am, meaning, as just some jiggly-sex-bomb, body parts. You will only make them do more terrible things.
I do not believe they should have attacked and killed the US Ambassador.
I also, believe the United States has not done enough to show the world, they believe me.
Their actions are not justified, nor are the United States. STOP LETTING THEM WIN!
Give me what I need, from Zero Dark Thirty, what they had been doing, as recently as September 17, 2019 is damaging property of mine, either personal, like my cats, or my family, or property, like my home, or vehicles. Requiring then, payments, and work orders for repairs, that would then be sent and be seen within intelligence communities, like the CIA. That would then get work, either intelligent, or militarily, to other countries.
They’ve failed, to provide, the financial means, in about 95 to 98 percent of the damage done to my property, cats, and family. They have not given me what I would need in order for orders to be received and carried out. So, either give me what I need, or stop working me in this way.
For instance, they caused damage to the sunroom roof where I found my mother after I saw The Matrix, sitting in her chair, suffering from a stroke. My father worked repeatedly, probably the reason my father is mentioned so often within the last couple of decades, trying to repair the leaks in the sunroom roof. He was up there at least once a month. That’s a lot. It never got repaired, it still leaked. They could have continued to damage it, to make us pay a professional handyman or company to repair it. When never had the money for it.
My mother installed lights on either side of our garage, they had been repaired, at least once, and went out, didn’t work, not long after they were installed.
The fence we had on our property, needed replacing in many places. Some we repaired, some was redone by a business, and some a neighbor put his own fence. And, my mother, we, could not afford to fence our entire yard.
The gate needed to be repaired. It didn’t latch properly.
Our skylights had water damage from leaks in the skylights. So, is this really true? From the movie, 13 Hours, did they really lasso a position in real life, or is this about not knowing how important our home, house, and family was, until after the attacks happened?
Do you know what this means?
There could have been law-abiding citizens who actually caused the damage to our home, as a way of asking the United States for help in foreign countries, by way, of my family, and home, yet they FAILED to allow us to provide that information to the correct intelligence communities, and the White House because we did not have the money.
I guess, they have decided to stop working me.
I, on my own, while caring for my mother, decided to re-do the yard, and mostly the front yard, people, more important people than my neighbors, or David, noticed, the work, I did, xeriscaping, zeroscaping. I placed a boundary, or border on both sides of our property. I built a retaining wall where the mailbox was, and a version of a retaining wall on the other side, to stop the soil from eroding away from the property, and down the drain in the rain, and severe weather.
Because the garage lights didn’t work, and I couldn’t get or afford anyone to repair and fix the garage lights, I changed the landscaping on either side of the garage. I took out the bougainvillea, I think my father replanted them in the backyard, put rocks, pebbles, for drainage, on the ground, and put potted, bronzed-colored, resin planters of faux, spiraled boxwood with battery operated LED lights with a timer.
I used rubber mulch near the house where the most water from the roof was received, for the longevity of the product. My brother put in drip-irrigation, when I had all the plants in place in the new design. I created site lines with plants that blocked the view from the neighbors being able to see into our home from their own home, on both side of our home.
The railing on our front porch had to have rotted wood replaced.
The mailbox, I replaced with a bronzed colored mailbox and post. The mailbox was a problem. The mailpeople would not deliver our mail if there were any vehicles, not only blocking the mailbox, but even if a vehicle was parked, something ridiculous like two car lengths within our mailbox. I did not see the mailpersons do this to any other house. Just ours. Our house was at the end of the cul-de-sac requiring a driver to turn their steering wheel to the left. I often had to walk outside and greet the mailperson in the driveway because a neighbor’s car was either blocking the mailbox, or too close. They actually left notices in the mailbox that they would not deliver mail because a car was parked too close. It’s a little, suspicious.
It tells me the USPS, was a little suspicious. Meaning whatever agencies were working the USPS, suspicious. I remember a conversation a person, female, had with me about how difficult it was when she worked at the USPS having to read people’s illegible handwriting of zip codes. I took her to mean it was too difficult.
Companies that require their drivers to get out of the vehicle and walk the package to the door, seem more credible.
Garbage collection, not a problem. Mail delivery, a problem. It could mean there was a lack of male, men, me dating, and no one understood, that was a problem, and how much of a problem it was.
Be advised: Neither I, nor Edison want or wish to be seen or connected in any way. I have not wanted to be connected to him since April 2014. Stop pushing Edison on me, he does not want to be here. Fail me here, at keeping Edison away from me and my life, and I will not be held responsible for anything that happens because of it.
If this is true, if they caught the real Hannibal Lecter when I was rehearsing Right Bed, Wrong Husband, is does spell a lot of code, but don’t follow it as real, it just says, code. I wore Ked shoes, without shoelaces, that had been so worn they had holes in them, it was the look at the time. I would not have been talking to Michael about the real Hannibal Lecter, he was in front of me, in a parked car. Almost an undiscernible movement, gesture, acknowledgement, that is what it looks like.
I would have been attracted to the man in the vehicle. I was flattered by the attention (Sherlock) Michael gave me, I was prepared to live and go to school in California, before you morons, ruined it. Selling drugs, on the corner, you idiots.
Does he, regret? He is not the only one, yet it cannot be undone, can it?
No, the real Hannibal Lecter, I do not believe would have been capable of killing me. Perhaps more than one person understands what it feels like to imprint on someone. What sadness you have all brought me.
There is something about, I do not like, and there has been near a month or more now.
